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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They traveled northeast until they were out of Blackwood Forest, then north towards the foothills of the Valus Mountains. They reached the bottom of the mountain chain in a few hours, and it was only noon when they made it to the rocky terrain of the higher altitudes. They worked their way around to the monastery Rowan had spoken of, then pushed farther east. It began to snow shortly after, and the three took their time picking their way through the large boulders jutting out of the landscape. There were ogres in the area, which were tough even when there weren’t multiples of them to deal with.
      The trio made it to the border of Cyrodiil before nightfall, and the view took Gwen’s breath away. There were grand mountains rising before them, snow topped caps that stretched toward the horizon. She couldn’t see where they ended, and it almost frightened her. The elf knew her native homeland lay just beyond the rocky chain, far to the east, but for now she must concentrate on her current mission. She took the sword from Shadowmere’s back once more, hefting it slightly before calling on its power to lead them in the right direction.
      The purple outlined shape glowed more brightly than it had before, giving the travelers hope, and after dealing with the daedra swarm that usually followed, they pressed on, even though the snow fall was picking up, and it was getting darker by the minute.
      “Gwen, we must stop and take shelter in the nearby caves. It will be our death if we keep going like this,” Rowan called above the wind. The girl agreed, if a little reluctantly. Every night she carried the sword, the dreams grew worse. The previous evening she had woken several times, and thought she heard her name being called by angry daedra in the surrounding countryside. Shadowmere had comforted her as the minotaur just laid there, snoring away. She knew the voices of the daedric lords, for she had helped each of them, even Hermaeus Mora, who had been very hard to reach. She took Azura’s Star out of her pouch that evening, gazing into its glassy surface, hoping to find the answers to her many questions.
      She didn’t think it wise to give such an extraordinary weapon to a devious daedra like Clavicus Vile, whose quest she had performed months ago. He had her questioning her morals, but the gear he provided her with was very nice indeed. He wasn’t as bad as some of the others, the powerful beings who treated mortals as their toys, or puppets.

      “What should I do? I need to know how to resolve this peacefully, without letting Vile get his hands on the sword. But then the two lovers will never be reunited,” she sighed, gazing off at the stars that the daedric prince Azura supposedly presided over.
      As if her plea to the soul gem she held was an invocation, the daedric prince of the stars herself stepped out of the storm, glowing brilliantly and smiling down at the baffled dark elf.
      “Be still my child, and listen,” she said very calmly while Gwen stood in shock, searching for something to say that would be appropriate for such a figure. Rowan lay sleeping, tired from the long day of hiking, and then the cold from the mountains had sapped some of his usual energy. Shadowmere, who had carried Gwen dutifully the entire way, stood near the fire, looking thoughtfully upon the daedra and dark elf. “I will try to be brief. You have a certain item with you, we have found, and are trying to give it as an offering to end a pact with Clavicus Vile and the mortal, Ameral Kulin, to obtain the new price, his bride, Nerala Morethi-Kulin. An Imperial man who wished for a dark elf noble as his wife. You know that it would be most unwise for us, my daedric brothers, sisters, and I, to let this blade fall into the hands of Clavicus Vile. I cannot take the sword from you now, but if you make your way to the entrance to Vile’s daedric realm, we can meet you there, stopping him from obtaining the weapon while allowing the pact price to be fulfilled. We wish you luck, and do not worry, we will destroy the sword upon retrieval. You have my word, as well as the promises of the other daedric lords. Clavicus is a fool, and his toy will be dealt with accordingly. Farewell, mortal.”
      And with that, she disappeared, seemingly blown away by the storm raging outside of the cozy cavern. Shadowmere came to Gwen’s side, nuzzling her cheek in an attempt to comfort the shocked and shivering girl. They both moved to the fire, trying to get some rest before the long trip the next day.
      When the three awoke the following morning, the sun was shining brightly just over the lower mountain peaks, melting the icicles forming on the entrance to the cave. Gwen told Rowan what had happened while he slept and he was furious with himself for missing such an opportunity.
      “The daedric prince Azura?! Here?! That would have been a story to tell my grandchildren,” he muttered to himself. He recovered his good mood quickly, excited to be part of such a historic undertaking. “If we travel due east of this spot, we should reach it before sundown. Is everything packed up again?” he asked, turning to see that the other two were finished packing their provisions.
      “We’re ready, let’s get this over with,” she said lightly. Gwen had been on more than enough quests to know when one was nearly over. She hoped that everything would go as planned. Even when they found Kulin’s body, they still had to climb to the next peak to reach the entrance to Vile’s plane.
      It didn’t take nearly as long as the minotaur thought to hike to the burial spot. The sword began to shake and glow violently, giving Shadowmere a fright as the case behind her saddle was jostled in the straps holding it in place. When Gwen finally got the locks on the box open, the weapon whipped through the air, just past her head, landing blade first above the grave, sticking out at an angle.
      “How on earth did grave robbers steal this, if it’s practically attached to him, and would be under a few feet of snow and frozen dirt?” Gwen wondered aloud, tilting her head to the side.
      “Try soul trapping it, to decrease its charge. Then we’ll have to make a run for it ‘til we can use it to find the opening,” Rowan suggested, hefting his hammer on his shoulder. The dark elf couldn’t believe he had carried the large blunt weapon the entire way. She would always favor her swords, as they kept her alive through each and every battle, and weren’t as cumbersome as the maces, axes, and hammers, which Gwen had never had an easy time swinging away with.
      The dunmer walked carefully towards the sword, attempting to remove it from the snow. Only the tip of the hilt was sticking out, as the blade had reached earth and was attempting to bury itself in the packed, frozen ground to find its former master. A quick soul trap spell was all that was needed to dislodge it, after even the mighty strength of the minotaur had failed to move it.
      “Let’s head up to those cliffs, so we can use it, and have an advantage over the daedra that I’m sure are going to come right over that ridge. At least that’s how the story described the final attack. Ameral was quite the fighter, but even someone skilled with a blade would have a hard time defending himself on such low ground, compared to that height,” she suggested, pointing to the small dip between mountain tops.
      They were near the top of the cliffs before the sword regained its enchanted hue. All three were relieved to see that it made no move to bolt from the case once more, but it did feel heavier in Gwen’s hands when she removed it to use its power, hopefully for the final time.
      “Find Clavicus Vile’s daedric realm. Locate the portal, so we may end what your master began,” Gwen said, holding the sword upright before her. The weapon gave a slight shudder, then the entire area lit up purple. “Wait a sec….” Gwen began, then gasped as realization hit her. “We’ve been near the portal the entire time! Right when we came over that rise there,” she pointed to the area where the purple glow ended. “The cave was just under it, which must be why Azura contacted us there. But….Ameral must have known….”
      “It was a trap for him. It must have been,” Rowan said, his head bowed. “It may not even have been a clannfear that killed him. It might have been Clavicus himself, for he coveted the dunmer lady so greatly.”
      “But that makes no sense, what would a daedric lord need with a mortal woman, even a noble one?” Gwen asked, puzzled as she looked about for where they should try to leave the sword. “If Clavicus knew Ameral was in the area, and set out to stop him, than that means—”
      “That I would know if you made it here as well, Champion?” The three adventurers could only stand in horror as Clavicus Vile, pact maker and wish granter, stood in the snow, looking down on them wearing his trademark helmet.
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